Neither do I nijinsky, but all the stiff upper lips in the world ain't going to cure my cancer.
I suppose I could do the decent thing and just top myself, save the country a few bob?
I can guarantee you that you would look me over and struggle to see why I'm entitled to DLA. You can't see the tumours in my lungs and liver. I do a damn good job of putting a brave face on it. My family frequently forget that I'm terminal, wishful thinking or good acting, I don't know.
I'm using my DLA to enable me to live as normal a life for as long as I can. That matters to me, as I want my 4 year old son to have as many happy memories of Mummy as possible, rather than just remembering a childhood with a sick mother who is housebound.
I'm not selfish. These reforms won't affect me at all, I'll be long gone before they get around to reassessing me. If by some chance I am still here and have to go through this process, I'll be doing fucking cartwheels, I assure you.